[Thranduil takes the child with practiced care. It may have been centuries since he last held a babe in arms, but he delights holding one now and he had not forgotten how to hold and support the baby.]

You are more precious than every star in the sky little Ferion.

[It is a rare sight to see Thranduil smiling and cooing as he is now.]

What of your wife, How is Ethil? Was the journey hard upon her?